I wanted a grilled cheese
We-el it's raining outside, and quite cozy inside, and I feel warm and snuggly. I have a tutor appointment for math, which is good because I honestly don't know how fast Karen is bicycling, and have no idea how to get there. My english teacher doesn't appear to think my sources are shit, so I feel slightly elevated in that area as well. My roomate has her boyfriend over for his weekly sleepover, last night they would not shut up! and I was trying to hard not to listen to them talk, or whatever. I wanted a grilled cheese, but got a bowl of lucky charms instead, so it's ok. Sometimes the lines are too long for grilled cheese. Sacrifices. And I talked to my Dad, apparently there is a package on the way! I am so excited I can scarcely stand it. I'm not sure if it's pathetic, that the mere mention of the word package excites me, and I don't really care.